Zuri walked out another entrance of the mall to the side.

Her eyes scanned the cars parked outside.

Racheal watched as her eyes fell on a motorcyclist driving in.

“Run.” She said.

Racheal had no option but to obey. They were cuffed together.

They stopped before the motorcyclist who looked at them in shock.

“The keys.” Zuri said to him through gritted teeth.

He scoffed as if Zuri was a big joke. He took off his helmet and got off the bike.

The biker looked ...